Pain. Misery. Pain. Misery.

These words alternated with every beat of Alexandra Wilona’s heart. For each push of blood through her lungs, it carried back the same message: this was the hell you created for yourself. So she lived her normal days in hell until someone stepped in, offering her the most expensive glass of whiskey at her favorite bar. From that day onward, her life was about to change.

That someone had a name: Atlassian.

People said that our names carried hope, and for someone who had been lost for a while, he was aptly named. However, one could not be adrift forever, because his steps took him to a place where he finally found what he had been looking for: company.

This is not a love story, if you think love means a happily ever after. This is a love story for those who believe that love is the light at the end of the tunnel, the constant choice of oneself—again and again.

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Infidelity, discussion of sexuality (one of the character is pansexual), discussion of mental health, physical sickness, grief, death. It’s going to be a painful read, so reading discretion is advised.